The Rise Of The Valyrian Lord

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*Laughs behide his father throne while watching the mortal world burn from a magical portal*
 
As the magical message fades from sight, the Drunk Monk Priest, Mecharic, stared in disbelief. He had cursed these people to hell once already, but had no known they were from hell to begin with! Mecharic swiftly traveled down to his secret chests and started to look through his supplies, muttering "Diamond, diamond, book, goldencross, Ryu Seiki, sword or diamond, axe of diamond..." as he did so. It was time to send these demons back where they belonged, in the name of the Elder Goddess Farria.
 
Galahad watches, his eyes fixed upon the man telling of the Valyrian Lord, the satan of Valyria.

"Hol' up chappa, ye are telling me tat they live in ta bloody nether, eh?"

Galahad takes a swift swig of Fire Water

"Well then lets us leave 'em in ta bloody nether to enjoy their god forsaken hole."

Gaining confidence, Galahad continues

"Ye, and in ma opinion tis be another of those damned stories to scare ta lil' babes at night. I'd like ta see those demons come and try to take ol' Galahad, why I'd give 'em a good whopping, I would. Jus' a bunch of drunken orcs who lit themselves on fire and scared a few babby tree huggas at a wedding or something of tat likes."

Galahad nods quickly before returning to his ale, making a mental note to stock up on enough ale to last at least a year in case the tale is true of demon lords.
 
"Galahad, we must take precautions still. I know what the hell is like, and trust me, they mustn't be able to take it over."
Rozzelyn walks over to the mantle, staring into the fire
"We must take it back. The Nether belongs to vampires and Agni, not demons. I will do all in my power to strike them down..."
 
He pondered for centuries after countless battles resulting in stalemates on how to defeat the humans. The worthless sacks of water were the only ones in history that could withstand the armies of evil. What was it that gave them so much power? So much free will? How could these primitives possibly withstand the corrupting powers and temptations that the dark lord could impose! Embracing the fumes of the scorching hot magma around himself it dawned on him. Striking him with a force greater than a billion supernovas imploding into a medley of black holes pulling the universe apart. Space time itself had shifted upon the realization of what it was that held these mortals together. He clenched his demonic claws and embraced the feeling of lust, a lust that needed to be satisfied. He knew what he needed to do. Knowing that he could not stand alone in the fight, he did what he never thought he could. He contacted the other governing forces of evil. The vampires, the demons, even the trolls under the bridges. No force of evil was to be left out of the grand plan. Too long have the forces of evil been split and badgered on by the valiant armies of the chivalrous knights who held their sacred code so dear.

The Fallen Angel had returned.
 
Caesar was just walking by to mister Igels shop to buy some bread for lunch and then the message hit the sky....
After this he felt something deep inside him...silent fear, calm...but there.

"I must go and gather the Legion together, it seems there is something higher to fight for. Against the conquest we shall go...into mortal death and immortal glory."

He was sprinting to the ship that leads to Silverwind, to take the boat to Daendr....but whait....
.#My Son...there is a faster way to get home....let me drag your body and spirit to the place you belong..#
((my gods speaking to me)

"So it'll be. With the power of the gods!" He screamed and suddenly disappeared.
 
Rozzelyn, hearing Ulus voice in the distance, turned slightly. Seemed he needed to head home.
Rozzelyn took from his pocket a small book. As this book opens a magical energy spew all around Rozzelyn, creating a cloud of dust. When the cloud lifts, Rozz is gone.
 
Meanwhile in the plains of Ellador...
The ground that you so take for granted moans as it is ripped in two. A ravine is formed, but this is far deeper then any common ravine. Upon taking a closer look you hear the growing sound of marching footsteps beyond the agonizing screams of captured souls. The smell of death is overwhelming.

There is no safety in your castle walls. The horde of demons you once heard is growing in power and marching toward the lands you call home. You have no choice, but to open the tattered chest your fathers have left you. Pickup your swords and sharpen your axes, for the demons do not care if you have weapon in hand or not. They have come for your mortal souls and will burn and pillage everything in their path.

Will you fight or be dragged away as an unarmed peasant?
 
Favoured raised a pitchfork "Zion will fight as unarmed peasants!"
 
Looking up from the work at hand, Posidem saw and heard the message being said. He chuckled to himself and gathered some supplies to go into his pack. He decided to go through some of the portals to visit his friends. Doing this, he arrived in the 9th Legion base to find Ulu disappearing and Rozz shortly leaving too. Guessing where they were going, Posidem opened his pack, laid out supplies, and said "Infernum ego vado!" The circle he set up around him flashed and he was gone, leaving the scent of sulfur in his place.
 
In the lush fields of Osai, Tallon Greenheart, the local herbalist, felt a rising panic in his heart as the eerie message ended. "So it has begun. The demons of the Netherlands are waging war against the good folk of the world. Tallon walks into his herbal sanctuary, and pulls out a dusty sword from a chest in his attic. "I never thought I would use you again, Volswayne, but I suppose I will carry you into battle once more." Tallon says as he attaches Volswayne to his sheath around his waste. "Now... Where are the others? I suppose I could travel to the 9th Legion, I'm sure they are already sending their entire army into the pits of Hell." He walked to Osai's town hall, and after a series of portals, arrived at 9th Legion's lands. He looked around for a couple minutes, and found the site in which Posidem had cast his teleportation spell. The supplies were still laid out, including a spell-book with details on the incantations required. After a couple minutes of reading, he believed he understood how to perform the spell. He stood in the middle of the circle, shouted, "Infernum ego vado!" and, after utilizing Posidem's spell, he was off.

((sorry to piggyback off you, Posidem, I couldn't think of any other way to get there.:*))
 
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In the lush fields of Osai, Tallon Greenheart, the local herbalist, felt a rising panic in his heart as the eerie message ended. "So it has begun. The demons of the Netherlands are waging war against the good folk of the world. Tallon walks into his herbal sanctuary, and pulls out a dusty sword from a chest in his attic. "I never thought I would use you again, Volswayne, but I suppose I will carry you into battle once more." Tallon says as he attaches Volswayne to his sheath around his waste. "Now... Where are the others? I suppose I could travel to the 9th Legion, I'm sure they are already sending their entire army into the pits of Hell." He walked to Osai's town hall, and after a series of portals, arrived at 9th Legion's lands. He looked around for a couple minutes, and found the site in which Posidem had cast his teleportation spell. The supplies were still laid out, including a spell-book with details on the incantations required. After a couple minutes of reading, he believed he understood how to perform the spell. He stood in the middle of the circle, shouted, "Infernum ego vado!" and, after utilizing Posidem's spell, he was off.

((sorry to piggyback off you, Posidem, I couldn't think of any other way to get there.:*))
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The divine magic isn't something to mess with, Caesar feeled it on his body.....While getting dragged away and thrown to this place there were little strickes of magic hitting him....
He landed on a vast field of grass...slightly after him, others arrived...
"Here we are then..." He said.
In the far end of the field there was a huge building with one big tower in the middle..The base floor had the shape of a star...
Speaking to himself: "What if this is the castle they sent the message of? What if the battle starts and ends, but what happens if we may not stop it from coming out? And what if I'm wrong..."
I enjoy this, let us plan some things in this RP form and build it for the fun/RP sake ingame. Valyria, if you want to you can rush out one or another time, just stick to the rules and don't kill anyone. If possible make larger fighting scenes, no chat fight (1msg attack, 1 message defend/attack, counter....no thanks).
And yeah, we are infront of the citadel of eve.
 
Gwen sat on the balcony of the Hallow's End city hall in the heart of the Ithanian Jungle. The city construction was well underway as she poured over texts about a lost artifact and letters from those who were still curious about her breaking from the Serene Republic. The wind, which blew her wild red hair into a mess, suddenly smelled of fire. Her eyes watered from a strange ashy dust that filled the sky. Before her eyes the messaged played and her lithe hands clutched Calina so tightly her knuckles turned white and the bow glowed with a faint yellowy light. A seething disdain filled her heart as the messaged vanished before her eyes.

Gwen spoke to the sky with a brilliant flame in her eyes. "I did not defeat the legions of the twilight to die to the legions of hell. These... daemons will not last long against the might of Calina. Their impunity will be their unmaking." She raced down the stairs of her hall an into the caverns of her home to the gateway of the 9th Legion. From there she flew across the land, her feet carrying her as fast as she did the night she fled her home.

Now her new home was in danger.
 
As Advar saw the world turning into darkness, he couldn't do anything about it. He heard of friends going into these wars to stop the dark lord. Advar was to afraid, sitting in his desk at Rhosthelm, waiting and waiting, praying and singing poems. He wished his great friends did not perish in war, as Advar had heard great nightmares of dark magic and how horrible it was. Some call Advar a coward, for sitting in his office, among a valley, surrounded by a giant gate.

He walked the snow paths dug out in this frozen trench and wondered, if he had been heroic and fought against the dark. There were two thoughts lingering in his mind, if you can't beat them join them. Advar could tell that these thoughts weren't his own but that of the dark lord's. If Advar didn't fight, then if the dark lord wins, then the world would be plunged into darkness and slavery. He would rather die then walk the tracks of Gana-Isha serving them dark lords.
 
Out in the Bloody Battlefields
outside of the Valyrian Citadel
Demon Lord Abaddon, prepares
the guillotines and the ropes at the gallows,
for his plan is to devour every human soul and heart,
Abaddon grows with power each and every day. He crunches his
demonic claws together and says to himself "No mercy for
these pathetic souls" *Grabs a corpse from his chest* Sitting
in his torture chambers he begins to think, Why do these mortals
even bother to make any attempt at conquering the great evil, Do
they not know they've been beaten before? *Takes a bite of human flesh*
The Army of Valyria is expanding greatly each day, Enemies have
already joined our side to kill their very own friends. Abbadon waits
impatiently for his thirst for human hearts.
 
A warewolf waits in the center of a lake, sleeping on ice that formed below him. The air was cold and crisp as he was near the tip of a mountain. He didn't mind though. His ice below him was already cold and he could care less. A sound filled the air. No... not a a sound... words. Words filled the air. The warewolf looked up into the sky and saw a black cloud forming. And a message appeared. The warewolf leaped off his ice and landed on another rock sticking out of the mountain. He sniffed the air. Magic. It filled the air like the words did. He let of his "famous" metallic roar and pumped energy back into the words.His magic fallowed the already present magic to its source. "The Demon Lord" he thought. He leaped off the rock and onto the ground surrounding the lake. He dug words into the ground; Mors , navitas, verus, and vita. Standing a bit away, the warewolf turned into a human, and started whispering words. Something started to form in the circle.
 
*Arimosa stands next to a mountaintop, his eyes sharpening in to focus on the distance*

His thoughts came quickly..
"It was prophesied, after all. The Shattering. I prayed that I would not be alive for it, I prayed that it would not come to pass out of selfish desire to stay out of harms way. Selvans, give me the strength I need to protect the righteous and the courage to save these demon-possessed."

He knew the members of Valyria. These were good men, generally. They did enjoy war, but it seems their dark-sides have gotten the best of them.
"I can still save them. If there is no hope for them, there is no hope for me."
 
Tallon materializes in the dark hellish realm. He stood on red rocks that gave off heat. He began to break a sweat, as he was not used to these temperatures. He looked out, and saw a lake of molten lava, with an occasional flare that shoots out into the air. "I don't belong here..." He looks up across a field of the terrible red stone, and sees a friend. He calls out to the Half-Elf. "Posidem, fancy seeing you here! Hmm, that explains the supplies I found at the 9th Legion's base. I suppose I don't have to ask why you're here... Mind if I tag along?" Tallon felt that he was out of his league in a battle against the demons of hell itself, but he couldn't let his friends go into battle while he stayed back.
 
"Only if you don't mind more company."
Rozzelyn comes from behind Tallon, decked in iron armor and large amounts of guns.
"I always keep a stockpile here, for easy access."
 
((Wait guns?))
A village prince hears rumbling in the distance
It cant be... the demons!
He rushes to grab his Sword
I never thought I would do this.
He prepares the village for impact.
 
((Wafflecash, while Massivecraft is primarily a medieval world, the line of technology gets wavy in some areas. I won't quote it because I can't remember where the admin posted it, but he said that unlike medieval cities, places like Silveredge typically have better plumbing and sewage systems, and also some of the technology is from steampunk times. We don't have AK-47's or anything, but blunderbusses, flintlock pistols, and muskets are an uncommon but ocassional occurance. Also Rozzelyn is from a more a advanced land, anyways.))
 
((Just out of curiosity is "The fallen Demi-god" rooseus? It would be ironic because he always preached about the evil of Valyria and in return he was most likely unfairly kicked and his faction gang-raped by the very people calling for the gang-raping of Valyria. Ironic how that worked out. :-p))[DOUBLEPOST=1359065910][/DOUBLEPOST]((Oh scratch that Valyria was ruled by a oppressive demi-god not oppressed by a demi-god. This guys bat-man voice is hard to hear right; great video though!"))
 
The man stood back and looked at what he formed. A fifteen feet tall Golem stood above him. Unlike normal golems though, this was made out of pure iron. It glinted in the moon light and sprayed light everywhere. The man smiled looking up at its face. "Vita." The golem moved forward out of the circle. Magic and the absence of magic radiated around it. It was like one of the golems from Prague. The golem stoped and the man drew another circle around the golem and himself and wrote words in it. Navitas, pylae, punctum, and then drew a arrow pointing to the word Tallon. The man stood up, transformed into the warewolf, and thought, "auertisse". They disappeared.

Tallon heard Rozzelyn but before he could react a circle appeared in front of him, and a figure he knew well appeared in the center. But another figure that he didn't also appeared. It loomed above him and Tallon had to strain his neck to see the top of it:
A Iron Golem.
 
The elf, sitting with a book in his lap, had an ashen look on his face. The message had confirmed much of his suspicions.

"So they finally show their intent... their true plan."

The elf strode over to his cabinet, gingerly putting pressure on his right leg, the leg the demon had near crushed in an earlier battle. He sorted through the many weapons inside and finally picked a sharp scimitar. "Icingdeath... your prey is close at hand." As though feeling his thoughts, the blade glowed blue, and the elf was suddenly as eager to fight the demons as the sentient blade was. The true power of his foe reminded him however and he sat back down, a frown on his face. "The war finally begins. Finally the carnival go'ers at Sentinels will be avenged..."

Despite his bravado, his leg still pained him. He had barely survived fighting Ikorlock, a demon, last eve. Even he and a drow elf, working in perfect unison, barely drove it away. He had defeated many mortal enemies. But his blades would be of little use against the powers of a Pit Fiend, or several of them.

The elf glanced out a window, to his forested home and wondered (not for the first or last time) if he had been wise in incurring the demons wrath. Perhaps he could ignore the threat, let others deal with it...

But then how could he call himself a Ranger, how could he claim he fought for the innocent, if he did not defend the innocent? No, he decided. He had fought Baver before and lived, he had defeated an entire faction on his own, he had defeated the king of Argonia, he had slayed over 100 bandits on the roads of SilverEdge... But now he was afraid, he was scared. He knew he would soon be fighting for not just himself, but for all the goodly folk. He was about to fight a demon...

"The sun could not be shining brighter" he exclaimed, a wild grin on his face, a fierce fire in his eyes.
 
waffle seeing there was no danger around quickly gathers his supplies and summons the village mage to teleport him to the others
"I see I am late as there is already several of you here I hope you dont mind another group member."
 
((Waffle, which group? Im with the nether offensive and ulu is going by overworld.))
"Anyone have a pen and quill? I need to send a message to Ulu."
Rozz continues to walk on, only slightly turning his head for an answer from everyone at his back.
 
Tallon, after acknowledging their strange werewolf companion, turns to Rozzelyn. "I may have a pen and quill somewhere, give me a moment." Tallon rummages through his satchel, and pulls them out. "Here. You can keep them if you'd like."
 
"Thank ye."
Rozzelyn pulls a fresh book from his pocket and begins writing
'Sir Ulu, I am currantly with a group attacking through the nether. We should be able to get a jump on them as I have my guns and lots of munitions. pls cover the overland. -Rozz'
He proceeds to pull out an oranfe pouch with colored symbols on it. He places the book in there and closes it.
 
Tallon looks at Rozzelyn's many guns. Surely Rozzelyn couldn't fire all of those guns at once. Surely if just one of them were given away, it wouldn't be a big deal. Tallon apprehensively walks towards Rozzelyn, then steps back. He walks towards Rozzelyn, opens his mouth as if he is going to say something, then looks down. He looks at the others and notices they are giving him strange looks, so he walks up to Rozzelyn, and nervously taps him on his shoulder. "Could I, um, could I maybe try out one of your guns? I've always been curious..."
 
"Take one. Musket or blunderbuss? I have plenty in my alchemy pouchs."
Rozzelyn pulls small bags of rounds for each gun off of jis hips, waiting for Tallons decision.
 
Several months after the fall of Lukkerdam, a few still recover from the attack including young leader of Lunakki, Ash.
Hm, it seems there is a huge force of darkness is bigger than the threat of 'her', then getting a dreadful chill down her spine she starts running towards the great armies of the op-posers to warn them of something very deadly. Thinking in mind, Could 'she' be leading all of the demons? Yet....she hasn't shown her face in the war yet. Still she waits for vengeance against 'her'. Could she be behind this all? Could this be the destruction of all Cerdia and the other continents?
 
As the Sky turns dark and ash fills the air, a bright red light pours out of the gates of Yukuro. Hansington steps out and smiles at the declining sun. "The world will burn and i will be the embers!" He starts down the stairs followed by the warriors of Yukuro and make ready for war.
 
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